An inspirational story of running youth.

In the spring afternoon, I lay on this strange campus lawn, enjoying the laziness brought by the soft sunshine. I don't want anything to disturb my beauty when the phone rings. It was not until it kept ringing for a minute that I barely pressed the answer key. "Sword, what are you doing with this donkey?" It's him. It's Jie. "You donkey!" When I was ecstatic, I knew this was the best answer. "No one knows what it means to say' donkey' here." Ajie, who is far away in Changchun, began to tell his struggle history in the past six months with great interest. Old people often say that some things can only be truly understood after experience, just like the culture of China. When I began to use the modifier "donkey", I suddenly found that the profoundness of Chinese was beyond the reach of a thick dictionary.

The first time I heard "donkey" to describe a person was at the end of my freshman year. After the last English exam, I dragged myself back to the dormitory. Pushing open the dormitory door, Ajie just got out of bed, stretched himself and asked, "What did you do?" I'm a little puzzled by his words. "I just finished my English exam!" "English? I am a little donkey. " At that moment, I found Ajie's sleepy eyes suddenly turned from bright to dark, and finally showed regret and unwillingness. Obviously, no matter how regretful and unwilling Ajie is, he can't change the fact that he missed the exam, not to mention the legend that he became a donkey.

Some people say that nothing is doomed, but the fact is that many things are doomed to happen, just like some people are doomed to succeed and some people are destined to be friends. On the first summer vacation of college, only Ajie and I didn't go home in the dormitory-Ajie had to prepare for the English make-up exam, and I hoped that the university would be financially independent. I tried my best to find myself a job that most college students can do without being particularly tired-tutoring. In August, the sun in S City sucks people's water like a pump and bakes people who make a living. I go out early and come back late every day and work hard, but I can't find a balance between my meager income and my oath of independence. Strangely, Ajie also goes out early and comes back late every day, but I don't know what he is busy with, because he doesn't have to work hard for the English make-up exam at all, he is just waiting for a chance to make up the exam.

"Jian, are you so tired every day?" I was a little surprised by Ajie's sudden words, but he didn't seem to be waiting for my answer. "Through this period of observation, I found that if I set up a stall in the night market, I could make a lot of money, and I ..." Ajie had long been looking for "business opportunities". He found it a good choice to set up a stall in the night market, with small return on investment, suitable stalls and purchase channels. Now, all he needs is a partner, and naturally I am the only one. The next day, I quit my hard-won job as a tutor and sold DIY T-shirts with Ajie in a night market.

On summer nights, people come and go in the night market. We provide people with painting tools and let customers splash ink on white T-shirts, which really attracts many young people. I have to admire Ajie's mind. Such a small booth brought us considerable income, and I really achieved economic independence. In this way, we guard this stall in the night market, selling DIY T-shirts in summer and handicrafts in winter. Our daily income is enough for us to live a very comfortable college life.

Einstein once said that a man and a beautiful woman sit together for an hour, as if it had only passed a minute; But if you let him sit on the hot stove for a minute, you will feel that a year has passed. A good and comfortable life always passes quickly. When time entered the third year of high school, I suddenly realized that my dream was about to wake up. At the crowded job fair, Ajie and I didn't know how many resumes we submitted, but we rarely received the notice of interview. Disappointed, we understand that all this is because our school is "too low-key". That night, we didn't go to the night market for business. Walking on the busiest street in S city, we shouted like crazy people who had drunk, "Why? Why? Are we destined to be hawkers in the night market all the time? " Yes, we know very well that being a peddler on the roadside is definitely not a long-term solution. People must learn to change.